Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.